Blood, bedraggled, and soaked, Mari was still stunning. With her clothes off, she was mind-blowing. Her curves were full and lush, not the emaciated angles so popular these days. Generous alabaster breasts were tipped with plump dusky rose nipples. Pebbled from the cold, they made his mouth water. He couldn't help but wonder if they tasted as good as they looked.
"If you'll lie down, I'll get dressed."
That sounded like a plan to him. He twisted, leaning his good shoulder against the headboard and swung his legs onto the bed. He'd been having a bitch of a time resisting the urge to change and let his body heal itself. He just wasn't all that sure about what was going to happen with Mari when he did, and he needed to talk to her while he was still capable of doing so.